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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 598949" data-attributes="member: 9167">FU KIM Restaurant, Front RoomBellaire Chinatown, DIHO MallA light shone in his light blue eyes.  “Why don’t we invite them over here?” Mr. Matthews teased his son.  “I’m sure they’d love to meet the famous rapper from da hood? Eh?”Gesturing with his hands tanned and weathered from many years of hard labor, the older Matthews winked at the high school girls, trying to get them to come over.  “I want to bask in some of my son’s fame.  Not like you come home often enough for me to do that.  And they are pretty girls.”At his father’s encouragement, three of them jumped up and rushed over to their table after digging into their backpacks for anything to write with and a spare notebook.  A tall red-head, a brunette with bouncy curls and a pixie haired blonde all collapsed exhaustedly into the nearest spot closest to Mike.“Are you….are you….Mike Mathers,” the blonde managed to squeal out without piercing any eardrums.OOC: Jemal can you edit out your sig? thanks <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>